The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky was angry, and what Yu Ruge had to face at this moment was six immortals and an angry black dragon. At this time, the situation is no less than in the past when he broke into the Liu family alone with one sword and one sword. The city destroyer became famous in a battle, but no one mentioned how he was embarrassed when he was dying.

The six white-clothed immortals shot out in unison, and the heavens, thunder, earth, fire, flying swords, magic weapons, and all kinds of streamers scattered out, illuminating the entire Tianshui Villa as if it was wrapped in a cloud of colorful clouds.

"Ruge, you try to make me wait out. ”

A deep voice came from Yingruge's brain, and Yingruge's eyes opened slightly, and she couldn't help but be overjoyed. He tried to unseal the Yin and Yang Strategies many times, but even if there was a slight gap opened, he stripped You Lingxi of his body, and let him let Liu Sanqing have an independent consciousness and move freely. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how painstakingly he was, the owner of the voice in his head was still like a sculpture, no matter how exposed to the wind and sun, there was no response.

"Ahh

"Like a song, it's an old monk. Try to make me wait for them to come out, the old monk has already awakened them one by one. ”

Ying Ruge's face was overjoyed, and then his hand was spread out, and the scroll of yin and yang strategy appeared in his palm again. Counting the days, even if there is no experience in the Mo family last time, Yin Yang Ce has passed the time to unseal.

Silently recited in his mouth: "Yin and Yang translocation is not chaotic, the two Qi intersect, and all things are born." ”

Then he vigorously unfolded this yin and yang strategy, and this time it was extremely relaxed, without the slightest feeling of hindrance. Ying Ruge was overjoyed in his heart, this is the power he has obtained from his hard work, the power of yin and yang, the power of ghosts and gods, not afraid of yin and yang.

"Twelve spirit envoys, don't come out at this moment, when will you wait!

With a call, a white shadow burst out from Yingruge's body, penetrated the yin and yang strategy, and then turned into a human form and stood in front of Yingruge. This white shadow, known as Ah Wu, was huge, and it was a head taller than Zhu Jiannan's personal guard, Lei Niu. He wears a hat on his head, a monk's robe, and a monk's staff in his hand. This outfit is exactly the same as the outfit that lingers in the market when it is usually a song.

"Rensuke!"

There was another call, and the same back jumped out from Yingruge's body, penetrated the yin and yang strategy, and then turned into a human form and stood in front of Yingruge. This person is no longer as tall as Ah Woo, and he is half a head shorter than Yingruge. Looking at his costume, you know that he is a Dongli samurai. This is a very representative moon generation head, with the hair on the top of the head shaved, revealing a sleek head. The samurai uniform with pointed shoulders and a longer sword on the left waist and a shorter rib difference. A pair of white socks and clogs. Although his eyes are pure white, the arrogance on his face is also a bit domineering.

"Xian Chen, Mu Luo!"

This time, two white shadows popped out, which also penetrated the yin and yang strategy and then turned into a human form. One of them is about the same height as Yingruge, and the other is about the same height as Renjie. At first glance, I thought it was a pair of twin sisters and two beautiful girls. But if you look closely, the taller white shadow is not only convex in the Adam's apple, but also has a flat chest, which should be a man's body.

"Wandering ······"

Before the words were finished, he froze as a song, because the name he was about to shout could no longer follow him. Although he was full of emotion in an instant, but this was not the time to be sad, he pronounced a name again: "Mr. Ai!"

This time, the white light was like a huge ball, and it was almost the same after turning into a human form. The white light turned into a fat man who was afraid of three hundred pounds, and the fat on his face squeezed his eyes until there was only a gap left. Or perhaps even the best tailor could not make a decent garment, which looked like it was about to crumble under the weight of fat.

In the following, one after another, the names called, Heavenly Selection, Sea Island, Face Mother-in-law, Xingri Horse, Fang Ri Rabbit, and five white lights penetrated Yin and Yang and turned into human form. There are tall and thin men, simple men, rickety old women, and the last two are featureless.

It can be seen that it is a man and a woman, but they are of average shape, average posture, and the robes they are wearing are also average and featureless.

Unlike the other people who were transformed by white shadows, the faces of the last two were covered by visors. One is a horse and the other is a rabbit. Seeing these two people, Yingruge held back her emotions, for fear that she would cry without anger.

"See you for a long time!"

"Your Holiness, well. ”

"Little as a song, suffered. ”

A few simple sentences, emotional outflow, no need to say much.

Liu Sanqing, who was urging the thirteen hatreds on the side, noticed the strong ghost aura, and he understood what was happening at Yingruge's end, so he didn't need to call, and he returned to Yingruge's side with the thirteen hatreds.

"Twelve ······" The words stopped again, and then he was like a majestic song, and said, "Twelve spirit envoys, follow this seat, to death!"

Haunting like a song will die, and after death will turn into a ghost. But these eleven spirit envoys with pure white bodies and pure white eyes are already ghosts, but will they die again?

Eleven people responded to the lingering words, although the words were different, but the tone was the same.

Seeing that there were ten more helpers added to Yingruge, the eight white-clothed immortals who had reunited were also shocked, feeling the rich ghost aura on these white-clothed bodies, and they couldn't help but shiver like a chill for a moment. But with the roar of the black dragon, everyone woke up.

"Little ghost cultivator, but it did hide from my eyes. Heaven and earth are righteous, how can you tolerate such crooked ways!"

In the face of the attack of the black dragon, Yingru Song still had the heart to quarrel with the white-clothed Taoist with the flame pattern in the sky, so he listened to him: "What the immortal said is really like a fart, when this seat comes, didn't the immortal already recognize the cultivation of this seat, is it a ghost path?"

The words fell, and the black dragon was already in front of him.

No matter how the black dragon that was knocked down by two realms was the immortal path of the Jindan period, the roar came, and the old monk who called Ah Woo was slowly moving forward in the air. The monk's staff in his hand is dragged as a spear, his face is kind, and he looks harmless to humans and animals. When the black dragon approached, his eyes opened angrily, and the eyes that should have been pure white and empty instantly shot out a golden light, and then the whole body began little by little like the stone Buddha in the temple pasted with gold leaf.

The Buddha's light is prosperous, and all living beings are purified.

The monk's staff was raised, and the momentum of Huashan was split, and the timing was accurate, and it hit the black dragon at the nose of the black dragon. It is a tiger lion, or a giant elephant, the nose is a vulnerable position, and it is painful to be wounded so fiercely.

The black dragon, which was originally roaring and domineering, was like a puppy after being hit by an old monk's staff, and whimpered. The figures of the two brothers and sisters, Xian Chen and Mu Luo, flashed to the top of the black dragon's head, and the two of them each hugged a dragon horn and then turned back hard. This huge and fierce dragon was so easily thrown down by the two brothers and sisters, and was thrown far away.

The immortals were also dumbfounded when they saw these white shadows so fierce, and they couldn't believe it. How can you believe that in a small world, a few spirit envoys will have such a strong fighting power.

"Xingri Horse, Fang Ri Rabbit!"

With the lingering song and drinking, Xingri Horse and Fang Ritu have already made a move. One of them is swift, the other is sensitive, and both hands are held by a pair of sword thorns. After a few dodges, the two of them arrived in front of a group of immortals.

Xingri Horse was the first to strike, and a pair of spikes stabbed straight into the abdomen of a thin white-clothed immortal. At the same time, the pair of spikes in Fang Ritu's hands had also been shot, and the target was also the thin white-clothed immortal. But her shot was a little vicious, and what she stabbed was between the legs of the thin white-clothed immortal.

Although these white-clothed immortals were also surprised that the spirit envoys were able to defeat the black dragon, all of them were not bad, and if they were easily succeeded by Xingri Horse and Fang Ritu, it would be a joke. The emaciated white-clothed immortal retreated quickly, swung his sword with the momentum, and struck out one flame half-moon blade after another.

Xingri Horse and Fang Ri Rabbit dodged left and right, and the thin horse and white-clothed fairy understood that the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches were behind.

I saw twelve spirit swords shooting like arrows from the string, and their momentum was fierce, no matter whether they rose or fell, left or right, or retreated, they would be overtaken. What's even more tragic is that he only hit a few flame half-moon blades, and his reaction was half a beat slower.

But after all, there were a lot of immortals in white, a total of eight people.

The sturdy white-clothed immortal who had previously fought with Ying Ruge made a move at this moment, and his figure flashed in front of his companion, his arms crossed, and layers of gossip patterns appeared in front of him.

Looking at Liu Sanqing, I saw that his sword was commanded, and the twelve spirit swords were reined like horses, and after receiving the order, they all flew to the left. And on the left, is the handsome white-clothed immortal. The immortal frowned slightly, and it looked more like a woman. I saw him wave his hand, and a magic weapon appeared invisible, a tortoise shell. The tortoiseshell instantly grew larger and stood in front of him.

Then I heard a "jingle bell", and the twelve hated returned in vain.

The injured white-clothed immortal seemed to understand the truth of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and his movements were swift, and he stabbed at the lingering song with his sword. And the Dongli man who was still beside Ruge couldn't help frowning slightly, and turned his head to look at the immortal who had suddenly attacked.

This Dongli man called Renjie is handsome, but the hairstyle of this moon generation is really weird and unappreciateable. I saw the moonlight fall on the shaved part of the head, and the reflection was shiny, and the night pearl was nothing more than that.

Rensuke held the scabbard of the knife on his left waist with his left hand, and slowly pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand. Then I saw that the Dongli samurai closed his eyes and then opened his eyes, his eyes were still pure white, but the momentum at that moment was better than that of a ghost.

The knife is unsheathed and meets the enemy with one slash. The injured white-clothed immortal faced each other with the white sword in his hand, but he was a little too arrogant, and mistakenly thought that the mere spirit envoy was not enough to fear.

Helplessly, the strength, speed, and angle of Renjie's knife are all superior, and the injured white-clothed immortal has not yet had time to cut off the long sword, and Renjie's knife has already cut through his chest.

Blood flowed from a wound, soaking the white robe red. This injured white-clothed immortal would never have thought that he would be so embarrassed when he went out of the sect to do business.

On the other battlefield, the spirit envoys were either one-on-one, or they cooperated with each other, and they were actually stubborn with this group of immortals. But there was a white-clothed immortal who did not fight with these spirit envoys, and this person was naturally the leader of these immortals, the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern between his eyebrows.

He held the spirit sword in his hand, and at this moment, his face was no longer gentle, and his hideous appearance really made people feel a little frightened.

"Junior, I waited for it again and again, and you kept it again and again. If we don't erase you from the Six Realms today, what face will we have to return to the sect!"

As the words fell, this immortal's body was like a sharp arrow and shot at Yingrusong. The movement was fast, and Ying Ruge also frowned slightly, and couldn't help but marvel. But at this moment, how can you have free time to praise your opponent.

Lingering like a song flapped its wings and kept dodging, and at the same time, golden dragons appeared again and again around the white-clothed immortal with flame patterns in the sky.

He slashed the golden dragon with one sword after another, and the dragon dissipated into smoke before appearing from a tricky angle.

Ying Ruge is confident in the strength of the Yin and Yang Strategy, and these spiritual envoys who are affected by the Yin and Yang Strategy have a combat power at this moment, which is not comparable to them in their lifetime. But after all, he ignored that essential problem again, what they were facing was an immortal, an immortal cultivator who could really be called an immortal.

It was the injured white-clothed immortal who took the lead, and a heavenly thunder fell again, and the Dongli samurai was directly hit by the heavenly thunder, and it instantly turned into clouds and dissipated.